Some science-fiction reviews: Danny Boyle's Sunshine is pretty good, lots of slow paced space scenes like 2001 and some actual science to back it up, but it gets confusing and presses for a big ending; John Wyndham's 1955 novel The Chrysalids is really good, a precognisant story of religion, mutation, and evolution: lots to think about, and it actually has a working plot and realistic dialogue . . . so now I've got to read his other famous one: The Day of the Triffids.
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And they say blogging is just for nerds...
I would accuse Whitney of the same, but his picture says otherwise.
Do these novels get four spaceships out of five?
spaceships? they get infinite q-balls out of infinity/ i.
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